Classic Poem

Occasioned by a Lady being deeply affected with the Censure of the World . A Dialogue . B .

Alas! alas! so much I've heard,
I scarce have Breath to speak a Word;
The World! the World, what won't it say?
Is hatching Lies from Day to Day;
If for one Mouthful of fresh Air,
We venture from our Homes to steer,
And this at Ev'ning should be done,
Expect to hear by Morning's Sun,
Malice has done her utmost Spite,
To represent in foulest Light,
And damn the Actions of the Night. U .

No more, no more disturb thy Mind,
With airy Trifles of this Kind;
But pattern me, and Scandal deem
A Thing of Course, a Thread-bare Theme;
Nor care, tho' ev'ry Tongue should vie,
Who worst can tell the greatest Lye:
But let this Maxim be our Rule,
(Despising ev'ry busy Fool)
Ourselves to please; nor mind a Jot,
Whether the World approve, or not.